As soon as Lyon got ashore, he saw a bunch of people coming from afar. When they walked into the place, Lyon saw the wife of the man named Benny and a priest with a high hat, as well as a bunch of suspicious villagers.

The priest was very strange. He was holding a round staff at the top and wearing a black wool robe covering the collar and covering the face of his feet. His face was also covered with a thick black gauze scarf, which made people unable to see his eyes clearly.

It seems that there is indeed a temple-like house at the southernmost end of the village. I didn’t expect that there would be sacrifices in such a broken place.

"Sir, these two people are not my husband's daughter! They must be possessed by evil spirits. You must make the decision for me." The woman cried and said.

"It seems like this. Old Benny was asking some strange questions just now."

"By the way, his daughter is really weird. The look you look at her is like a wolf."

The villagers behind the sacrifice also started to cheer.

"Houseful untouchables, stand there and don't want them, God will rule your destiny!" The priests slammed the ground with their hands to calm the civilians.

His voice was strange, taking away an empty breath, like a fish that had been away from the water for a long time.

"Your grandma, you're so bad!" Shatia has always had a very bad temper, not to mention that this is in her dream. Moreover, this time her identity in her dream is not a little girl with no power, but a healthy sixteen-year-old girl.

Amid the villagers' screams, Chartia kicked at the priest.

The kick was suddenly, very stable and fast, and Lyon didn't even react. In fact, no one could react.

Chatia kicked the priest in the face.

The right to sacrifice in this ignorant fishing village is absolute, and no one dares to question or even touch the sacrifice. Chartya's kick is indeed unexpected.

The priest's cane was out of his hand and fell to the ground, then he rolled into the sea, and his veil flew out because of Chartya's kick.

The true face of the priest was exposed to everyone. Everyone took a breath of cold air, and the chill rushed up to his forehead along the spinal cord.

Under the veil was not a human face. The blue scaled skin showed everyone its inhuman fact. Two huge eyes without eyelids were on both sides of the conical head. It had no neck (cousin?), and under its wide lips was the chest with gill covers.

"Diver Hey." Chatia was quite happy, not realizing how much trouble she caused.

To be honest, Lyon didn't expect that this kind of creature would be so lingering, and he could even meet it even if he had a dream.

The villagers also pushed back because of their fear of unknown creatures. Who would have thought that the sacrifices they served for a long time were such disgusting and terrifying things?

Lyon's mind was quickly turned, "I was not possessed by evil spirits at all! These are all traps of this monster! In fact, our real priest has been killed by this monster! He is plotting against our village! Kill him! Avenge the priest! Contact the curse of the village!" Lyon said loudly, waving his arm.

This is indeed useful. If you tell the villagers that you have been serving monsters, they will never accept it. It would be natural for you to say this to Lyon. Because saying this will not reveal the fact that they are all fools, and with the addition of curses, it will be more effective.

You see, we are not stupid. We have always served great sacrifices, not monsters, it must be like this. Only fools will always serve monsters.

The fear of these villagers gradually became a kind of fanaticism. Soon a young man rushed up and kicked the veil-picking diving man to the ground. Then the second man rushed up. He punched the diving man, and then more and more people began to join the ranks of beating the diving man.

A fanatic sentiment spread among the crowd. In their perception, sacrifices are sacred and inviolable, and now they beat monsters wearing sacrifice clothes to give them a sense of pleasure that their status is above sacrifices. Under Lyon's guidance, they feel that the real sacrifices were killed by monsters, so their violence has a sense of justice.

The deep diving man gradually disappeared, and this fanatical atmosphere continued to spread among the villagers. When one person was tired of fighting, he was pulled away by the people behind him. Then the next person squeezed in. Soon everyone's body was covered with fishy blood, scales or other things. The deep diving man's sacrifice had been beaten into meat paste by the villagers with both hands.

As for Lyon and Chartia, they had already escaped in the chaos just now, and they ran to the only grocery store in the village. They were not afraid of the villagers, but Lyon discovered something was coming up in the water.

Of course, those villagers didn't know.

The villagers were still immersed in the fanatic atmosphere. The violence just now seemed a bit too exciting for their dull and boring life, so they did not calm down.

Just as they looked at each other in a daze, the fishing boats they stopped at the broken port were all annoyed. The turbid sea water splashed their faces, and the things in the sea jumped to the shore, and now they were in front of them.

It was a large group of harpoons, but they were stronger and more fierce than the one who was just killed.

Their nearly two meters tall figure, solid muscles and fierce face gave the villagers a sense of oppression like an abyss. At this time, the villagers finally calmed down. They looked down at their bloody hands and finally realized that they were in trouble.

Some knelt down and kowtowed to regret their sins, while others took out all the property they carried with them and offered them with their hands. They used various methods to pray for the diving people's forgiveness.

Of course, these are all in vain.

After the command of the deep diver in the lead, the killing began.

After the next rather cruel massacre, no villagers present survived. The leading diving man once again issued an order, half of whom went to massacre the remaining people in the village, and the rest followed him to chase the two escaped father and daughter.

After the deep dives let out a strange roar, ordinary people came out consciously and began to execute their leader's orders.

The leading dive picks up a spine of the killed dive and puts it into the pocket of the waist. After a simple shriveling of the dead companion, they jump and chase in the direction of Lyon's escape.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!